Writing poetry is akin to taking a leap on Faith
A sheet of paper, blank yet itching to be used
Perhaps even abused, yet willing none the less.
Poetic verse runs through our mind
We try with earnest efforts to comply
Transfer poetic gems onto the page.
Frustrated, yet not willing to give in
We try and try to dig deep, deep within
Discover the poet, hiding from the world.
Perhaps, it isn't true that we can brew
A poem that dares to face the light
Yet, this we know, we can always, always write.
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